The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 17 Chicken Soup
At nightfall, a large group of people rushed to Chenbei's wooden house.

"Boss, boss, I've caught it, I've caught the colorful pheasant."

Chen Bei took a look under the moonlight and saw that Yun was carrying more than a dozen totem warriors, and each of them was holding a colorful pheasant in his hand, most of them were alive, and they were flapping their wings.

What surprised Chen Bei even more was that Ya actually caught another one. He was holding a fluffy colorful pheasant and walked forward with a somewhat depressed expression.

"Leader, I'm sorry, I didn't catch a live one. This colorful pheasant was wrapped around its neck. When I passed by, it was already dead."

Chen Bei patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "You are already very good, keep this colorful pheasant, and I will stew it for dinner at night."

Ya then became happy and said: "Is the leader really not disgusted? I'll help you pluck it out."

Ya happily went to deal with the colorful pheasant. It was an honor for the tribe to offer his prey to the leader.

Chen Bei looked at Yun again, and said, "How did you catch these colorful pheasants alive?"

If one or two were captured alive, Chen Bei could still understand, but it would be quite difficult to capture more than a dozen alive at the same time.

Because once one is caught, the other colorful pheasants will flee in fright, and this creature is still very alert.

Yun smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the fishing nets of the fishing team."

"Fishing net?" Chen Bei was a little surprised, was this thing really made?

"That's right, did the leader forget? When you taught the fishing team to fish, you described several tools. Among them, the fishing net was more difficult to make, so I didn't make it at that time."

"But some time ago, because of the snow, the fishing team couldn't go out to fish, so they racked their brains on how to weave fishing nets. Finally, they found a very soft vine and weaved the fishing nets out."

"When I was thinking about how to catch the colorful pheasant alive today, I chatted with Lie for a few words, and I happened to see the fishing net they wove. I borrowed the fishing net with the mentality of giving it a try."

"We set up fishing nets in the field in advance, and put a lot of insects in the middle. After all the colorful pheasants have entered, we only need to pull it lightly, and the fishing net will cover the colorful pheasants."

After Chen Bei listened, his evaluation of the wisdom of the primitive tribesman was much higher.

Sure enough, no matter what era, there is no shortage of smart people. They may not be as well-informed as people in Chenbei's previous life, but that doesn't mean they are stupid. They are just as smart in their field of expertise.

In addition, once the fishing net is made, you can go fishing in the river in the future, and the harvest will be amazing.

Even if the Mang tribe does not go hunting in the mountains and forests in the future, they can harvest a lot of food just by planting, breeding, and fishing. In this era, the amount of food directly determines whether a tribe can be strong.

Chen Bei was very excited. He felt that the tribe was getting better and better, and he was getting used to this kind of life more and more.

The bright lights, feasting, and busy traffic in the previous life gradually became blurred in his memory, and he has completely integrated into the life of the tribe.

"You guys did a good job. First tie up the feet of these colorful pheasants and put them in the wooden house. Build a chicken coop tomorrow morning and raise them."

chicken coop?It’s another new word, but with the precedent of the sheep pen, everyone can guess that the chicken coop is probably the place where colorful pheasants are raised.

Immediately, Yun and the others quickly tied the colorful pheasant's feet together to ensure that it would not escape, then put it into an empty cabin, and sent a totem warrior to guard it.

At night, Chenbei really stewed the colorful pheasant. With salt and spices, the stewed chicken tastes very good.

Chen Bei thought about it, and sent half of it to Qing Zhu.

"Wu, this is my stewed chicken soup, it's still hot, try it quickly."

Qingzhu put down the animal skin roll in his hand, smelling the sweet chicken soup, his appetite was also aroused.

"Thank you chief."

Others have to be cautious in front of witches, even elders, they have to be careful when speaking.

Only Chen Bei, who seemed to have no awe of Wu's identity, still treated her as a peer.

Qingzhu cherishes this feeling and maintains it carefully. After all, regardless of her identity, she is actually just a 13-year-old girl, and she needs someone to talk to.

Qingzhu picked up the chicken soup, took a sip, smiled on his face, and said: "It's very fragrant and sweet. The food made by the leader is always better than others."

Chen Bei said with a smile: "Our tribe is not in short supply of food now. If so, we must find a way to eat better if we can eat enough, otherwise how can we be worthy of ourselves."

Chenbei told Qingzhu again about building the chicken coop, focusing on the prospect of raising colorful pheasants, such as chickens and eggs that can be eaten at any time in the future, and the food does not need to be too delicate, and even after they are matured, they can be allowed to eat. Free to find food in the mountains.

After listening carefully, Qingzhu said: "Raising colorful pheasants should be feasible. Since the leader thinks it can be done, then go ahead and do it. I support you."

Chen Bei nodded in satisfaction.

In the tribe, no matter what, if Wu disagreed, even if the leader Chen Bei was relatively strong, he would appear passive.

Fortunately, Qingzhu has always been more supportive of Chenbei, so Chenbei would often send Qingzhu some things, and both of them got along more comfortably.

The two chatted a lot, about the future development of the tribe, about Chenbei's various whimsical ideas, and finally Chenbei went back to his wooden house to sleep.

That night, Chen Bei had a dream. He dreamed that colorful pheasants were running around in the Mang tribe, triangular green sheep were grazing on the hillside, fat pigs were grunting in the pigsty, and strong bison were plowing the fields...

Early the next morning, Chen Bei woke up refreshed.

It still hasn't snowed today, which is a good thing, just in time for the chicken coop to be built.

"Boss, the wood is ready."

Yun Zaozao brought the totem warriors back a lot of wood from the forest, and waited for Chen Bei to guide him in building the chicken coop.

"Okay, carry the wood to the sheepfold, where we'll build the chicken coop."

Chen Bei is very satisfied with Yun's ability to do things, and he is also relatively strong. If there is no accident, Chen Bei intends to leave the position of hunting captain to him.

Considering that chicken feces are smelly, Chenbei chose to build the chicken coop next to the sheepfold, which is at the edge of the tribe.

A group of people carried wood, a large amount of rattan for binding, and stone hoes for digging, and came to the open space next to the sheepfold.

"Now the colorful pheasant has not been tamed, so the chicken coop must be completely closed, leaving a few slits on the side to let the light in."

While Chen Bei was guiding, he was also working with a stone hoe himself. He didn't want the tribesmen to think that he could only point fingers, and it was necessary to do some work properly.

The wooden piles were buried in the ground one by one, and even the roof was lined with trees one by one, making a very strong sloping roof.

It is closed on all sides, except for some two-finger-wide gaps on the front to allow light to pass through, and there is a wooden door.

It took more than half a day to build this chicken coop before it was finally built.

"All the colorful pheasants have one foot tied, and they will be untied after they are raised, so as not to be run away by them."

"Yes, chief."

Yun and the others admired the leader very much, because the leader knew too many things.

"Giggle..."

Finally, all the colorful pheasants with one foot tied were put into the chicken coop. From today onwards, this is their home.

Chen Bei looked at these colorful pheasants flopping around, nodded in satisfaction, and was one step closer to his goal.

(End of this chapter)